How often do we permit ourselves that time that we truly need to wrap ourselves around this journey we often mislabel as life?
Our time on this planet is temporary, but our ability to leave something lasting; something eternal that precedes our time here is often lost on many of us. During this journey of mine I have born witness to many efforts to reorient myself towards this realization, only to fall short of the goal.
Over the past couple of years, I have discovered a respite, a fountain of sorts that enables me to shed the plaque that I often pick up during my “journey”. I have learned that water is not only good for flushing toxins out of the body, it also has those very same properties to flush those same toxins out of your mind…
I have written previously about this connection, this magnetism that I have to water. How it revitalizes me and makes me feel whole when I am feeling depleted.
Today, I found myself here… Sitting at the mouth of a stream in Gunpowder Falls. Pulling all of the scattered thoughts in my mind together.
The clashing of the water against the rocks and coolness of the air as it is augmented by the water is nothing short of comforting.
Every time I am here I encounter something new; something that previously escaped my glaze; another epiphany.
As I rounded the clearing of trees. I stood there for a moment, awestruck.
And there I sat to let the beauty of it all sink in realizing that sometimes there aren’t any words to allow you to put it together other than, silence.